I had the epiphany last night that Hubby and I are getting freakin' old. Maybe not an epiphany but at least a reminder since we've had quite a few of these moments lately, between the two of us.

After carefully finding and selecting an award winning babysitter to care for our spawn, and depositing the little heathens, we made our way down to Scotia to try out the new pub. We were aware there was a class reunion being held at the Scotia Inn but my inner recluse could not handle the amount of cars so we turned around and headed back towards the casino.

Dinner was great and it was nice eating at a pace not set by a rambunctious three year old. After dinner, we decided to donate to Bear River Casino so I headed to the penny slots while Hubby hit the tables. With my weak drink in hand, I placed myself in a chair next to a nicer looking older fellow who kinda resembled what Santa Claus might look like should he smoke and drink more than eggnog year round. I smiled politely and he smiled back, scooting his chair over to allow me more room. Cool, I thought to myself, at least he's not creepy.

I put my money in the machine and heard the man mumble something. I glanced at him and he commented that he hadn't had much luck but he liked the machine. I nodded in agreement, saying how fabulous I had heard his particular machine was. I then went back to my drink, slurping it down and trying to do the math in my head to place my bet. I had no flippin' clue if he was on a good machine or not but I certainly wasn't about to leave my Snow Globes - whom my BFF Sandruh swears by.

As I was finishing up my watery rum and contemplating how much further my twenty dollar bill would go, the Bad Santa next door struck up conversation:

Bad Santa: You know why I like this machine so much? It's the graphics. Look at this gal on here and listen to how she talks. She screamin' sex! And he winks at me.
Mommazilla: Yeah, you're right about that. Giving a sideways glance and avoiding eye contact.
Bad Santa: And look at these pirate fellers! Big muscles, sexy voices, and really gay! So much sex! He gives a hearty laugh and pokes at the screen with his nicotine stained finger.
Mommazilla: I had to look at that point - since he had peaked my interest. Wow! Those guys are great! Just like I like'm! I turned back to my machine hoping that would shut him up.
Bad Santa: He pauses and stares at me. Really? You like that?
Mommazilla: Uh huh (again not making eye contact). All women do. You must be playing a machine geared towards the ladies. But you seem to like it. I smile sweetly.

Bad Santa snorts at this point and mumbles something under his breath. About this time Hubby shows back up and takes his place next to me. Bad Santa stops the sexy talk and we leave a short time later, with him still at the machine. I later tell Hubby about our exchange and he agrees that Bad Santa was probably looking for a naughty elf for the night. Too bad I'm more like Mrs. Claus.

After the weirdness of the casino, we decided to go back to Scotia and crash the class reunion. It sounded so crazy - so adventurous - to crash someone elses' party. We were living on the wild side and I was ready - "Born to be wild" blaring through my head. As we pulled up, my Hubby instantly knew several of the drunken faces standing in the doorway. I did not so I made my way to the bar in order to make new friends. After about an hour and after having a new friend spill their drink down my back, we decided we were too old for the partying scene and left to return home.

We were home and in bed by 11:30PM. Childless, we almost immediately began snoring logs with the vision of sleeping in dancing through our heads. In a way, it sucks to be getting older and more mature. But then again, I won't be the one waking up with a sore liver and eye popping headache. Responsibility does have it's advantages.